I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

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Early the next morning, after Zhang Jun and Xu Xin had breakfast in the villa, they took a special car and headed straight for the Taoist temple.

He had made an appointment with Master to meet at the Taoist temple.

When he arrived at the Taoist temple, his master had already been waiting for him in the ruins of the Taoist temple.

Zhang Jun walked over with his briefcase in hand.

The old Taoist glanced at him: "Haha, it seems that your senior brother treats you quite well."

As he spoke, he touched Zhang Jun's forehead.

"You know the flaws in your fate, right?"

"Oh, I see."

"This is the price. Even the top ten fates have their pros and cons, but they are not absolute. Your fate can be further improved, but whether you can survive depends on your luck."

"Can we go further?"

"Theoretically, it's possible, but no one has ever succeeded. I can only say that you should pay attention to this sign and see if you have this opportunity."

"Oh, what exactly did Senior Brother leave for me?"

Zhang Jun asked, pointing to his forehead. This matter was what he was most curious about.

I thought about it for two days and couldn't figure out anything.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "I can't say that. When you encounter a few more troubles and have more evil spirits, you will naturally know."

"cut!"

Zhang Jun curled his lips and handed the briefcase to the master: "Then why did you agree? Then I have to do community service."

When mentioning this matter, the old man didn't explain much. He just said: "Let's watch the news in a few days."

Zhang Jun nodded. Since the master didn't say anything, he didn't ask any more questions.

The two of them walked on the ruins, and the old Taoist sighed: "It's over, the next step is up to you."

"It's been prepared a long time ago, don't worry."

The two of them probably made some plans for the Taoist temple. I have to mention here that the municipal construction committee planning map given to him by Master Gui was obviously larger than before.

In a way, this can be regarded as a benefit after joining the company.

After the planning was completed, Zhang Jun took over all the construction of the Taoist temple.

He patted his chest and assured the old man that this time the construction team was well prepared and they were all kind and honest people who would never cut corners.

Only then did Lao Dao go to the company with peace of mind. After all, he had agreed to replace Lao Gui, so Lao Dao also had to go to the company to show up.

Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Zhang Jun: "Go back and take a look when you have time. The construction of the Taoist temple will not happen in a while, so there is no need to be so anxious. As for the community service, there is no need to rush. We will call you when you encounter trouble." Just call.”

After seeing Master off, Zhang Jun looked at the dilapidated Taoist temple in front of him, took out his cell phone and rummaged around, and found an unfamiliar phone number.

Zhang Jun dialed the phone.

After a while, an impatient voice came from the phone: "Who is it?"

"Why, it's only been a few days, and you can't hear grandpa's voice anymore?"

"Hey, you..." The person on the phone was about to curse, but suddenly he remembered Zhang Jun's face, and the words suddenly came to his lips, and he swallowed them back immediately.

"Grandpa, grandpa, you are my biological grandfather. My grandson has been waiting for you to call me these days."

This attitude was so correct that even Zhang Jun was surprised.

"I'll give you an address. Bring your brothers over here. I'll introduce you to a big project. If it's done well, there will be good things for you in the future."

"Yes, yes, don't worry, I guarantee you will be satisfied."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jun sent the address. After waiting for about an hour, several vans drove over.

"squeak!!"

The car door opened and a group of people rushed down with hoes and tools.

The leader, the bald man, got out of the car. When he saw Zhang Jun sitting among the rocks, his eyes suddenly lit up and he walked over.

He showed a flattering smile towards Zhang Jun: "Grandpa, you have been waiting for a long time."

The bald man's attitude was completely different from before.

Zhang Jun felt that it was a bit too upright.

Looking at the bruises on his face that haven't gone away yet: "The injury on your face hasn't healed yet?"

"It's almost, it's almost, it doesn't hurt anymore."

The bald man nodded and said, Zhang Jun gave him a grass pill: "Take it, the swelling will be almost gone by tomorrow."

"Thank you grandpa, thank you grandpa." Baldhead held the pill and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

I don’t know what it is, just give it to me, why don’t I dare to ask more.

Zhang Jun rolled his eyes at him. He didn't know what kind of style the bald man had, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

What Zhang Jun didn't know was that the reason why the bald man had such a correct attitude was not just because he had beaten this guy before.

But not long after Zhang Jun was sent to the villa, a group of people rushed to the door of the bald head's house and took the bald head to the police station for questioning on the spot.

That group of people were not police officers or plainclothes people, and he didn’t know their origins.

All the questions asked were related to Zhang Jun.

The bald man was so frightened that he trembled just thinking about it. After those people learned that Zhang Jun wanted him to build a project in the future, they let him go.

Before leaving, she patted him on the shoulder and repeatedly told him to work hard and not to be mean-spirited. After that, the bald head was completely convinced.

It's hell if you don't accept it.

At best, he was just a local ruffian, relying on his influence in the village to start a small contracting business.

A little bastard who is not even black.He could be caught if he was told to catch him, and he could be released if he was told to let him go. I guess what happened last night was because Zhang Jun beat him on purpose. Otherwise, why would he be asked to work the next day?

Not to mention, this beating knocked all the miscellaneous little thoughts in his head away. He dared not think about anything and just worked honestly.

In fact, this is purely the bald man's own imagination.

Zhang Junke has never done this kind of thing. As for who did it and why, we will naturally know it in two days.

The rest is much simpler.

Zhang Jun did not participate in things like removing the rubble, bricks and tiles of the house and digging the foundation. He was an amateur in this area.

You only need to follow some of the specifications given by Master, such as the direction of the Taoist temple's portal, the height of the gate, the front hall, the back hall, the distance between the wing rooms, etc., and explain it clearly to the bald head, and let the bald head pile up materials at no expense. No money is needed. He was worried that it would be enough to pay him any amount of money.

After Zhang Jun finished doing this, he got in the car, thought about what Master said, and decided to go home.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to take away the rice wine hidden in the cellar behind the Taoist temple.

Thanks to Master's reminder, this jar of rice wine was able to survive the explosion.

Press the start button, put it into gear, step on the accelerator, and the car went all the way down the hillside and disappeared from the sight of the bald man and others.

By the time I got home, it was already noon.

When her son came back, her mother was naturally delighted and asked someone to prepare a large table of food.

"Where's my dad?"

"He is still in the company, but he will definitely come back tonight."

Zhang Jun nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He seemed to be used to this.

"Xiaojun, why don't you move back here? Anyway, during this period of time, you don't have a suitable place to live outside."

The mother hesitated for a moment, then whispered.

"it is good."

Zhang Jun took a sip of the soup and nodded coldly in response.

This may be the last time he lives at home. After all, when the Taoist temple is built, he will move into the Taoist temple, and then he may really never come back.

So it’s good to live at home during this time.

Take the time to pack your things.

Seeing Zhang Jun agree, her mother's eyes turned slightly red and she turned her head to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm full and went upstairs to rest."

He put down the bowls and chopsticks, walked straight upstairs, closed the door, and sat on his chair to exhale.

Perhaps as Master said, becoming a monk is the best destination for you.

He picked up the snacks on the table and put them into his mouth casually.

"Buzz..."

At this time, the phone rang. Zhang Jun picked it up and saw that it was Fatty Li's phone.

After pressing the answer button, Fatty Li's voice came: "Brother, were you responsible for the explosion yesterday morning?"

"Well, the dynamite accidentally went off."

Regarding this matter, Zhang Jun didn't hide anything. Anyway, the company had suppressed the matter, as long as they didn't tell him that they killed an old bastard.

Fatty Li, who was on the other end of the phone, was well prepared. After hearing Zhang Jun's admission, he couldn't help but gasp.

This was not because of the explosion, but because of the handling of the matter.

He had seen the news when the explosion occurred that day, and his heart was almost in his throat at that time, fearing that the police would come to his door next.

After all, he is the middleman, and if something goes wrong, the problem will be huge.

But after waiting for a day, nothing happened.

He asked his brother on the road to inquire about it. After asking, he found out that the matter had been put down and it was a simple methane explosion in the cellar.

This made Fatty Li look at the methods of his own God of Wealth with admiration again.

An explosion of this level can be suppressed, and it is simply a matter of hands and eyes.

"How are you feeling?"

Seeing that he hadn't spoken yet, Zhang Jun took the initiative to ask.

"Oh, okay, I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Thank you, Brother Zhang, for the elixir. Even the doctor at the hospital said that my injury recovered very quickly."

"That's good. I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Let's have a rest, and then help me with some things, and it's still about medicinal materials."

In this explosion, except for the jar of wine, all other messy things, including the box that Xue Laizi left for him, were all destroyed.

All he has on him now is a jar of rice wine and a lighter.

In addition, there is also a book [24 Feng Shui Qimen] that my master asked me to read before. I read it while lying in the car and then threw it in the car. Instead, it was saved.

So now he really needs Fatty Li to help him find a batch of old medicine.

"No problem, leave it to me and I will make sure it is done beautifully for you."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jun let out a breath and gnawed potato chips. After carefully reviewing the incident, he found that he still had too little means.

However, he now has seventeen wishing stars in his hand. If he hadn't been too tired and lacked energy after the last competition, and just brought back a [Shiquan Jindan Slag] in a hurry, he wouldn't have had it this time. It won't be so embarrassing.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhang Jun suddenly heard a prompt in his ear [A new round of competitive matches is about to begin, please be prepared, you will be ready to go online in 24 hours]

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